His name ringed in my mind continuously as I went to school. Jasper. I had given him another three packs of Skyflakes Crackers and two bottles of water before leaving a while ago. Unfortunately, I was in a hurry because of school, so I wasn’t able to stay and chat a bit longer.
I, surprisingly, was able to perform my best on my Filipino quiz a while ago. Despite having only three to four hours of sleep, it was a blessing that I was still on my senses. I felt satisfied that I didn’t have to worry about not being able to sleep at night. It was a good feeling that paranoia would be crossed out from my list of things to worry about at night.
I dropped by the nearest 7-11 store before returning home. I got a variety of food. From crackers to oreos …show more content…
She was sitting on one of the chairs while browsing through her computer.
“Uh, yeah, I was craving for these.”
My mom examined the bag quickly, “That’s an odd craving.”
I nodded, “I think I’ll be having my period soon.”
“Ah,” She nodded.
I walked past her and started placing some of the food in their proper place, leaving two cans of sausages with me. I also took hold of a plastic fork.
“By the way El,” She called out to me, “The priest confirmed a while ago. He said he’ll be coming over by Wednesday.”
I completely stopped in my tracks.
“I- Uh- Uhm-“
Oh no.
“Is there anything wrong sweetie?”
Yes, yes, and …show more content…
I constantly shook my head as I tried to comfort him. “I’m so sorry Jasper. I really am.”
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. They took her out after two days.” The love for his mother was evident in his voice. “But I think it was enough to leave me traumatized for weeks.”
I remained silent as respect. Respect for Jasper, and respect for his mother. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose a mother. No matter how annoyed I get when she keeps on repeating the same cautionaries, I’d rather live with it than without it.
Despite the barriers between us, I could hear his silent sobs.
I almost felt bad for asking, but I knew it was something that would eventually pop up soon. I wanted to hug him and tell him that everything would be okay soon. But even I was not so sure.
“Don’t worry, I’ll call the police first thing in the morning.”
I wasn’t really able to talk to him properly last night, so I haven’t clearly thought of how to get him out of there. Now that I’ve fully grasped the situation, I think the best thing to do is ask help from the people who know better.
I, surprisingly, was able to perform my best on my Filipino quiz a while ago. Despite having only three to four hours of sleep, it was a blessing that I was still on my senses. I felt satisfied that I didn’t have to worry about not being able to sleep at night. It was a good feeling that paranoia would be crossed out from my list of things to worry about at night.
I dropped by the nearest 7-11 store before returning home. I got a variety of food. From crackers to oreos …show more content…
She was sitting on one of the chairs while browsing through her computer.
“Uh, yeah, I was craving for these.”
My mom examined the bag quickly, “That’s an odd craving.”
I nodded, “I think I’ll be having my period soon.”
“Ah,” She nodded.
I walked past her and started placing some of the food in their proper place, leaving two cans of sausages with me. I also took hold of a plastic fork.
“By the way El,” She called out to me, “The priest confirmed a while ago. He said he’ll be coming over by Wednesday.”
I completely stopped in my tracks.
“I- Uh- Uhm-“
Oh no.
“Is there anything wrong sweetie?”
Yes, yes, and …show more content…
I constantly shook my head as I tried to comfort him. “I’m so sorry Jasper. I really am.”
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. They took her out after two days.” The love for his mother was evident in his voice. “But I think it was enough to leave me traumatized for weeks.”
I remained silent as respect. Respect for Jasper, and respect for his mother. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose a mother. No matter how annoyed I get when she keeps on repeating the same cautionaries, I’d rather live with it than without it.
Despite the barriers between us, I could hear his silent sobs.
I almost felt bad for asking, but I knew it was something that would eventually pop up soon. I wanted to hug him and tell him that everything would be okay soon. But even I was not so sure.
“Don’t worry, I’ll call the police first thing in the morning.”
I wasn’t really able to talk to him properly last night, so I haven’t clearly thought of how to get him out of there. Now that I’ve fully grasped the situation, I think the best thing to do is ask help from the people who know better.